Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Smog,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
PIL,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.